The Watcher Patrol

Without having to be concerned about any early a.m. alarm, I slept reasonably well overnight, finally rising shortly before 6:30 a.m.

I dressed, and then went outside to water the front yard and backyard garden plants, and then I had what has come to be my usual backyard tool shed exercise session ─ I don't want to keep describing it in detail every damned time, so I'll just say that I had six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups (3,2,3,2,1,1) with a 75-count dead hang at the completion of the final pull-up; and then the full flat-footed squats (20 assisted, 10 unassisted, and a final unassisted squat sustained for a 100-count before rising).

My wife had not come home last night.

The morning was rather heavily overcast, but I correctly expected afternoon clearance.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom around 8:15 a.m., but I never joined him for some T.V. until around 8:50 a.m. Then maybe 20 minutes later when he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box, I opened with a 45-minute (45:15) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Digital Surrender, Trump Calls the Shots in Canada.

Anita's guest was Professor Ian Lee.

Next I tuned in This Is Us ─ season three's episode seven ("Sometimes").

Our third and last video was a continuation of one we had only begun yesterday, but we never finished it today either before my brother wanted further bed rest.

There's hardly any of it left, I would think, so I will cite it and only peripherally mention it tomorrow if we complete watching it then.

At 1¾ hours (1:44:34), it had been streamed April 29, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Who was Abbie Hoffman?

Abbie Hoffman was an American activist and revolutionary political organizer in the civil rights and anti-war movements who co-founded the Youth International Party (“Yippies”). He was arrested and tried for his role in protests that were confronted violently by police during the 1968 Democratic National Convention and began to write Steal This Book in jail while awaiting what became known as the Trial of the Chicago Seven. Hoffman continued his activism through the 1980's and remains an icon of countercultural movements today.

I miss that era.

Anyway, after my brother retired to his bedroom, I put together a meal which I ate, and then I had a surprisingly deep nap, not rising until after 2:30 p.m.

By then it seemed sunny enough to sun, so I went out into the backyard and did that ─ maybe I put in close to 1½ hours. I forgot to note the exact time when I began.

To my surprise thereafter, I found that my brother was home. Apparently he had only been out to buy more beer, although he may have had other business.

And he was home to stay.

So with that said at 6:15 p.m., I am going to break from this post to watch a show here on my bedside computer and have a much desired can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

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My choice was The Rookie ─ episode two ("The Watcher") of season seven. The series is always entertaining and well performed.

My source was this Tvids.tv link ─ be prepared to shut down a new advertisement browser that will probably pop up for a gambling or some other enterprise when you first activate the video player.

I had the beer.

Seldom is one beer sufficient ─ besides which it was much too early.

And so next I tuned in Doom Patrol ─ episode four ("Cult Patrol") of season one.

Yeah, darned interesting! It was good to see April Bowlby's character having some impact.

Somehow I managed my second can of beer to last the episode's duration; and my episode source was again at the same website, but this time at this Tvids.tv link ─ just be alert to shut down whatever potentially nefarious website the video player always throws up like a mouthful of vomit. Just cancel the unwanted intrusion, and the video will play flawlessly.

Unfortunately, the story arc is continuing to the next episode, so I won't be tuning in to it for several days.

But at least I am finally going to be getting to bed well before 10 p.m. ─ maybe even by 9:30 p.m. This ought to allow me to rise very early ─ 3 a.m. at most ─ to get away and hobble the two-mile or so round trip to my financial institution's nearest ATM to deposit my brother's monthly expenses reconciliation cheque dated July 1st. Doing so will afford me the opportunity to exercise at the elementary school playground that I have not visited in ... what, a week or so?

Enough blather. It is p.m., and time to slowly begin closing down the various tabs in the three different browsers I have open, as well as various apps.